I walk through the field towards a solitary rock. The sheep regard me with contempt. I suspect that the rock marks an important site. There’s nothing to indicate that this is so, except for a feeling within me. I stand toe to toe with the modest monolith. The feeling intensifies. I KNOW that this rock … Continue reading Solitary Rock
The man walks up to the open book, pressing his nose to the leaves. He smells it, scratches it, and even tastes it. It’s not a book of paper and leather, but it has quite the story to tell. The man adjusts his glasses, straightens his beard, flicks his suspenders and goes in for another … Continue reading Strange Way of Reading
Humans haven’t changed too much since they’ve been around. We’re a little taller than we were a thousand years ago, but we’re a little shorter than we were ten-thousand years ago (1). We might be a little scrawnier than our ancestors, but we’re a little better at running marathons (2). And one might argue that … Continue reading Ancient Humans
In the cities and towns, the people complain when the sky turns grey and the heavens open. But out in the bush, the bugs and birds, the plants and the fungus - they all breathe a sigh of relief. But you know who else's stress is abated? That's right: the waterfall. We think of eighty-year-old … Continue reading Respect the Water
I am so old, dirty, touched, creased, than I can't believe that anybody will love me ever again. I am being told that I was beautiful, intelligent, mesmerizing, inspiring and well spoken. I am remembered as funny. I have been living under the same roof for longer than I can remember. Once I was new. This … Continue reading Old and Decrepit
"Did you see that woman? She behaves like a witch. I do not like her. Her son plays in the fields of priest's crown. You know, those yellow flowers that are a weed," said Margarita. "Well what can you expect from a woman that was born overseas - probably in an ignorant country - with … Continue reading The Taraxacum Flower
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